Do you know what happens to a single woman in her 30s on a cruise? She gets fucked. A lot. &

How about I start with this subtle introduction: I’m an exceptionally sexual, high-libido, driven woman who loves cocks in my holes. I know, I know. I’m very *humble*, too. I’m not married. Long-term relationships were never my thing. I was always the “independent woman” kind of type. Short pixie hair. Pencil skirts. Marathon runner. One ribcage tattoo. Career focused. Doing my own shit when and how I want to.

I work in a very stressful and high-stakes specialty at a big hospital downtown a major city. An occasional day off for me is warranted, but I rarely take an entire vacation lasting weeks. Except this one. I’ve been planning this one for months. A two-week cruise. By myself. In a luxury room. With daily spa treatments, VIP lounges, and a premium drinks package. Two suitcases packed. With thongs, lingerie, bikinis, dildos, vibrators, anal toys and hooks, rope, cuffs, nipple clamps.

*You see, I had every intention of fucking myself relentlessly this entire trip - with or without real cocks.*

Well, real cocks are much handier though. And easy to acquire for someone like me when I’m alone at the bar. Most men are here with their significant others - I respect that. But I also don’t ask questions if they’re sitting alone, too. And while I’ve been thoroughly fucked a few other nights on this cruise, the one from yesterday stands out as a highlight.

This taller man - I’d say in his 40s - struck up a conversation with me over how cool one of the bartenders was with his tricks and tattoo sleeves. He then sat a seat closer to me once he picked up on my smiles and laughs. I teased him, “Careful, Arthur, you keep moving in closer like that at that pace, you’ll end up with your hand on my thigh.”

“Like this?“ He proceeded to promptly put his hand on my thigh, giving it a strong squeeze at first and then moving it up my leg lifting my bathing suit cover. I could tell he had *just* enough alcohol in him to remove inhibition but to still be quite intentional.

“No, like *this*, silly,” I said as I moved my hand onto his thigh and then up directly onto his crotch. I immediately felt just how hard his cock was. And it was a *good* cock, too. *Fuck. I knew this was going to be good.*

We gave it a few more drinks and maybe 20mins of feeling each other up under the bar table. Until I cut to the point: “You know, if you can show me a recent clean bill of health, we can go up to my room with a nice view to fuck me against the window. What do you say?”

And here comes the kicker: “Only if my husband can join us and fuck you, too.” He pointed to a tall handsome man at the other end of the bar who spent the night watching us.

I instantly went cold and hot at the same time. A little surprise. Being bi myself, I’m usually not that far off with my gaydar. But damn. This one felt like it came out of nowhere. Almost like a little betrayal. But then… two cocks for the price of one? *Well, fuck me.*

“You *motherfuckers*,” I let my surprise show. “How often do you two pull a number like this?” I asked as his husband, Dominic, joined us catching his cue. Arthur busted out laughing, “Quite often. And it works, believe it or not - often enough.” Here I thought I was playing him, but I suppose I was being played instead.

Pleasantries. Warm up. Another round of drinks. A few serious notes. And then the three of us went up to my room. Haze of clothes coming off. My body being torn between the two of them like they were starving lions. I guess they mostly fuck dick and ass, so pussy was a treat for them.

And jesus fucking christ I felt like a *treat*. They paid no attention to each other. They both clearly wanted *me, me, me, and me*. My neck bitten. Nipples pulled with hands and teeth. Thrown onto the bed as if they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times.

”Is your ass open for business?” Dominic asked as he began fingering my cunt with my legs spread wide on the bed. “You should put another drink in me, and then you can put anything you want in my ass.”

“Good girl,“ Arthur said as he popped open my bar fridge and took us each a bottle of beer. ”You’re gonna have to earn yours though.” And as he said that, he popped open a beer and poured some of it over his cock, presenting it to me.

“You *motherfucker*,” I said even with more emphasis than earlier in the night - prompting a laugh out of the three of us - as I sat up a little to start working his girth into my mouth, tasting his precum and the beer at once. That wasn’t enough of a show though as he then proceeded to splash some beer onto my chest and my stomach. Dominic didn’t waste a moment and started licking up the beer off my body while still fucking my cunt - now four fingers in.

There’s a good word for this scene, a word I fucking live for: ***hedonism***.

Now, those four really *wet, drenched, cunty* fingers started sliding out of my pussy and into my ass one by one to warm me up. And in no time my pussy was mounting Dominic’s cock on the bed while Arthur worked his cock into my ass. *Fucking hell* they fucked me like I was their last fuck alive.

After tossing me around just enough, I suggested that I wanted to watch the two of *them* for some time. They were a little surprised - I figured that’s not an invitation they often received. To help convince them a little, I hopped onto a couch across the suite for a better view of the bed, took out my vibrator, spread my legs wide… “I promise, boys, I’m *really* going to enjoy this and I *really* like seeing people having a good time.” The vibe, maxed out, touched my clit. I moaned out, “Now *fuck* each other, fucking *please*.” Another beer bottle on my side.

***FUCK.***

I had the grandest time encouraging them to be devoured by pleasure. And I promise you… *I’m really good at that…* Hands down, one of the best fucks I’ve had in my life. Just pure abandonment to lust and sin for all three of us.

Best part? This cruise isn’t over yet…